Evan heard the door to the college darkroom open behind him, and a stream of light came pouring into the room. “Close the door, dammit!” he yelled, trying to shield his developing film from the light. “You’re going to ruin the film!”
“Sorry,” a female voice said, and the door slammed shut. Evan whirled around, ready to yell again, and saw Minh, one of the women from his photography class.
“It’s okay,” he said. Minh was far too beautiful to yell at. She stepped forward into the red light, bringing a whisper of her perfume – musk and oranges – wafting to his nose. The light reflected off her shiny black hair, hanging in a long braid down her back. Her face was heart-shaped, her eyes were wide and brown, and her lips pouted prettily at him. Evan swallowed.
“I was hoping you’d be in here,” Minh said. She stepped forward again, until her body was almost pressing against his. Evan could see down the front of her shirt to the shadow between her pert breasts. His cock rose to attention, pressing lightly against Minh’s stomach. She spread her hands across his chest, stroking her fingers across his nipples. Standing on tiptoe, she lifted her head and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “I’ve been watching you since the first week of classes.”
Min Young-ju came to work for our small Phoenix based business just two months ago. She had an MBA in accounting and was willing to work for peanuts. My wife and I thought we were pretty lucky to get her. But we didn’t know just how lucky we were.
The first time I saw Min Young-ju was the day she came in for a job interview. She was from Korea and new to our country. My wife and I have a small business in Phoenix and we’re always trying to find front office people, so it wasn’t unusual to give interviews at anytime during the week. The only thing I remember about her was that she never said a word to anyone, only to my wife during the interview, and that she was sort of cute.
I was surprised when Cheryl told me that she’d hired her. But according to her resume she had an MBA in accounting and was willing to work for peanuts, so I guess we were lucky. At the time I didn’t know just how lucky.
Dr. Robert Allyn walked quickly down the hall to his 8 am class. Not because he was late, for he always arrived a few minutes early to be sure to start his class on time. He enjoyed teaching and especially liked early classes, him buzzing from three cups of coffee and half the class waking up to jolt of his lectures. Another thought putting spring in his step was the image of the lovely young women who took his class. Faces fresh and beautiful were always there, sometimes with the added bonus of sexy fashions. Occasionally blouses with an extra button left undone or a top with a scoop neck cut a little too low woke him up during his first-of-the-day class, but more often the thin or tight fabrics revealed the shape of lacy bra. (more…)